Tricks lie in a Maze


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A FOCUS OF LIGHT.. A SOFT MELODY.. IN LATE EVENING.. ON A WARM NIGHT.. fiddle (Photo credit: INDelight Photography)

Walked a street known decades gone remembering moonbeams.. not much different.. more homes empty to fill greedy dreams..

Saw a youngster singing songs.. about love and free.. except names and time in year.. youngster could be me..

He looked my way.. then ahead caught his focus there.. saw he was performance bound.. good song he would share..

Stopped his song.. looked my way.. leaned his fiddle down.. said.. ‘bet you learned a lot of things.. years you been around’.. then said..

‘old dude can you tell me where a tongue gets forked.. can you tell me who decides athlete.. lover.. dork?.. all these folks running.. hide things should be used.. how they gonna run things when they can’t define confused?’

Surprise came to me that this sprout knew simple for the worth.. how he held to his own mud.. soul brought to his birth..

Then I spoke easy.. no edge.. fear or mean.. ‘True action leads one to the comfort of routine’.. moved forward before he spoke on that simple fact.. spoke on liars.. who manipulate most any act..

‘Lies encourage daily but in nature always hide.. ask a liar.. do you lie? he will call truth his bride.. lies lead to confusion.. feel inadequate thus weak.. no direction suits you.. then you hear somebody speak..

His paws hold papers speaking cause.. passion vengeance bound.. honor and best of best any ever found.. patriotic.. loud exotic seems to know so much.. know he sees your real feel.. sells his nothing crutch..

Does it take a second.. a minute or two.. is there articulation of a many worded view.. does one count the months.. years of embellished histories.. good things validated while you feel weak in your knees..

All things young minstrel.. all paths.. every due.. every dream of honor.. love and good inside of you.. every fate unstoppable.. every choice of role.. a lie is nothing.. ever.. with a nothing goal’..

Looking over bay and ocean view I knew so well.. saw his thoughts of all paths.. whether art or magic spell.. know inside a good ride.. clouds float wind will blow.. every honor.. every path.. ends in ‘yes’ or ‘no’

Thought for this day.. ‘When someone sees another in need and helps It is a good thing.. when one manipulates another to create that need.. it is not!’  ‘Truth does create a predictable living situation.. Lies lend what is thought to be a planned.. predictable situation.. thus appearing to remove fear.. quite simply.. a lie is nothing.. a void cannot give direction or solace.. the lie is all the crutch salesman has.. for his most secret truth is known to only him!’.. Peace Tony

©AC.5.1.12.arr././

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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